"But mom, I don't want to go to the dumb dance show. It's for little fillies."
"Now now, little Lyra, I promised my friend we'd come and see her daughter dance, and you are still too young to be home alone."
"Don't call me little. I'm a big filly."
"I know you are, dear."
"Where is this thing anyway?"
"It's at the theatre. See? Here we are now."
"It looks old."
"It is."
"And boring."
"Oh, don't be like that."
"It's stuffy in here, and there's lots of old ponies."
"Don't say that! Now, would you like a snack before the show starts?"
"No! I wanna go home and play My Little Humany!"
"Don't you yell at me, young mare! Just for that, as soon we get home you are going straight to bed with no supper. Now sit down and be quiet."
"Fine."
"Stop fidgeting."
"I'm not."
"And stop kicking the seat in front of you."
"But this chair hurts! There's no cushion! I think it's broken."
"I'll break your rump if you don't quiet down."
"But Mom, I'm bored."
"Well that's too bad."
"Is that the stage?"
"Yes it is."
"There's nothing on it. It looks boring!"
"Hush now, and sit still, the show is starting."
"..."
"..."
"...Mom?"
"What is it now?"
"Who is that?"
"That's my friend's daughter, Bon-Bon."
"What is she doing?"
"She's dancing."
"She's pretty good."